“You're so full of yourself." "Soon,"he whispered back, "you'll be full of me too." ~Sela/Logan” — Sydney Croft Copy Share Image
“you think I"m that desperate?" "The raging hard-on jabbing at me says yes." ~Creed/Annika” — Sydney Croft Copy Share Image
“I'm not sure of anything," he admitted. "But I didn't mean to freak you out before. I just can't seem to keep my hands… — Sydney Croft Copy Share Image
“You really want me gone, don't you?" "Creed, wait." "Why? So you can tell me again how you only want me for sex? How you have Dev to fill your emotional needs?" He stopped at the door, scrubbed his face with a shaking hand. "Jesus. All this time I thought I could get through to you eventually, that you would… — Sydney Croft Copy Share
“You're so full of yourself." "Soon,"he whispered back, "you'll be full of me too." ~Sela/Logan” — Sydney Croft Copy Share Image
“Um, baby? You never watch soaps." He took a swig from the bottle. "All the backstabbing and cheating and fucking makes my life look… — Sydney Croft Copy Share Image
“This is what you wanted, bebe." He took her bottom lip between his teeth and let his hot tongue rasp slowly over it before… — Sydney Croft Copy Share Image
“You did'nt finish." "Oh, I'm finished." He buttoned up and stood. "How's it feel Faith? Getting fucked by someone who should care...but doesn't?" ~Wyatt” — Sydney Croft Copy Share Image
“You're mouthy." "You like it." His gaze dropped to her mouth. "I know where I'd like it." ~Logan/Sela” — Sydney Croft Copy Share Image
“What's wrong? Please, Creed, tell me"-Annika "Just take me to bed, baby. Please just fuck me and don't ask me any more questions tonight." ~Creed” — Sydney Croft Copy Share
“It took everything Annika had not to charge herself up with a million volts and turn that little spectral bitch into a smoking blob… — Sydney Croft Copy Share Image
“You're a pain in the ass," she said, and suddenly, the loofah brush whacked her on the butt. She yelped and leaped forward, nearly… — Sydney Croft Copy Share Image
“I've thought about how you'd taste," he said, in a low, guttural voice, and she whimpered, arched against his mouth. "Jesus," he panted. "It's… — Sydney Croft Copy Share Image
